Our last week in Oregon was magical. We had a day or two at the house and then we took off on a whirlwind vacation in our vacation. First we headed to the coast for our yurt camping. It was AWESOME! The yurts were great (warm and cozy) and the kids had an absolute blast. They spent the first hour we were there running back and forth, in and out, of the two yurts we had reserved. Then we cooked dinner over the fire (hot dogs....yummy!) and made smores. The campground was great and it was a wonderful time. We spent Friday caching and stopping by beaches along the way. It wasn't a *perfect* beach day, but we had a great time anyway. Saturday we got up and explored an aquarium and then headed to Hilary and Don's place. They took us to an amazing playground, fed us delicious pasta salad and bread, and we all laughed, and chatted and had a great time together. Sunday we hit the zoo and spent another great day enjoying each other and the zoo. It was all so much fun, it's hard to remember too many specifics. Suffice to say it was marvelous and I was sad, in many ways, to come home.
We flew home on Tuesday night and got in way, way late. The kids did great traveling; they are such professionals. We did let them run around (okay, and be loud and crazy) at the airport in Chicago and we had picked a gate where people were waiting for a plane that wasn't ours. We did get quite a few looks and I am sure that all those people breathed a huge sigh of relief when we didn't get on the plane with them. When we got home everyone was wired and we ran around the house a bit and then hit the sack.
Wednesday I noticed that Magellan wasn't doing very well. He's been slightly sick for a little while, but he seemed like he was in very bad shape. We took him to the vet; he had fluid in his abdominal cavity and was having congestive heart failure. We took him home and tried to make him comfortable. We tried to give him as much peace and quiet as we could (and as much love as he seemed he could bear) and then this evening Adam took him to the vet, where they put him to sleep. The kids have had tons of questions and some tears. But I don't think they really understand because the conversations have mostly gone like this:
Elie - "I'm sad that Magellan is dying."
Isaac - "Me, too."
Elie - "Why does he have to die?"
Me - "Because he is old and his heart is tired and it isn't working like it should anymore. So he is dying."
Elie - "I wish he didn't have to die."
Me - "Me too, Elie."
Elie - "But we should be happy that he had such a long life and that we took such good care of him. And we still have Mac and Dusti with us."
Isaac - "And when Mac and Dusti die, we can get a dog!!"
They all had a chance to say goodbye. And I know they don't understand. And I know more questions are to come. But for now I'm just going to say goodnight to our furry explorer and wish him an eternity filled with people to pet him while he nibbles on their chins, catnip and salmon to eat and as much paper and stickers to chew as he wants.